Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

“Oh my God,” he groaned.

She brought her hands back up to his face to kiss him again. After a few moments of feverish kisses, he ripped his mouth from hers and kissed her neck, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts, squeezing them.

“Now my shirt, Sophie. Please.”

With longing and desire, Sophie kissed him again and began unbuttoning his shirt. Zach threaded his fingers through her hair, unfastening it from its tight coiffure. Sophie parted the two sides of Zach’s shirt, exposing his manly chest. Again she kissed him, their lips sliding together, their tongues touching. She caressed his hard shoulders, his skin warm beneath her fingertips. She pressed her chest to his and her mouth to his neck, raining tiny kisses over the corded muscle, and then she slid down, kissing his chest, his abdomen, the muscle hard and warm under her lips.

She smiled against his groin. She knew what he wanted. She was frightened, to be sure, but she wanted to give him everything. She crept back up again and kissed him.

Their lips mashed together, and they both gave in to their frenzied passion. Sophie was on fire, her nipples so hard she knew she must be poking him. She gathered all her courage, broke the kiss, and licked down his abdomen again. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. His bulge beckoned to her. She lowered her mouth and kissed his e

rection through his drawers.

He jerked. “Yes, sweet. God.”

His trousers and drawers still around his hips, she gathered her bravery and pulled out his cock. He grabbed the wrist of her other hand and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking on them gently. The sweet suction of his mouth made her pussy throb.

Sophie pulled off his boots and his trousers and then slid up his body again and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“My God, Sophie. What you do to me,” Zach rasped.

Such power! She returned to his cock. She had seen it before, but that did not make it any less magnificent. She started with tiny kisses to his bollocks, and then she slid her tongue up the entire length. She twirled around the head of his cock, licking off the drop of fluid emerging. Mmm, salty, musky.

Zach threaded his fingers in her hair and used his other hand to clutch hers. Sophie, gaining more courage, wrapped one fist around his cock and continued sucking. She withdrew her mouth from his cock for a moment and used her hand to find his rhythm as she kissed up his abdomen to his lips again.

Then back to his cock. She sucked it until he stopped her, gripping her shoulders and bringing her to his mouth for a kiss.

“You have to stop, love. If you don’t, I won’t get inside you this night. And God, I need to be inside you.”

Zach helped her to her feet. He was still sitting on the divan, and he kissed the side of her waist, the area right below her breasts, sending shivers across her body. He nipped at a nipple, and her skin blazed further.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He pulled to his feet and switched positions with her, setting her down on the divan. He crouched between her legs and took another turgid nipple into his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, and then bit down hard.

Sophie gasped. Pleasure-pain, like the spanking—but different.

Her tummy churned, her pulse racing. The pain in her nipple traveled to her pussy and made her gush.

He kissed down her abdomen to the moist spot between her legs. He buried his face in her bush of curls and inhaled. Then he moved down farther, licking her thigh, kissing her knee, her calf. He ran his tongue along the instep of her foot to her toes and sucked on them, massaging the ball of her foot with his fingers.

“I want to worship every part of you,” he said. “You’re an angel to be exalted. So perfect.”

He licked her heel, her ankle, her instep, and again took each toe into his mouth. Red heat ribboned through her with each new inch of skin he tortured with his tongue.

He progressed up her calf to her knee again, dotting kisses everywhere he stopped. Gripping her thigh, he kissed upward, massaging her.

Her pussy was hot with fire. She needed his tongue, his fingers…but still he kissed her thighs, skillfully avoiding her wet heat.

“Zach, please!”

He sucked at the juncture between her pussy and her thigh, and she nearly imploded on the spot. Would he never get to her pussy?

“Zach… Ah!”

He sucked her wet folds into his mouth and pulled. Sophie cried out, emotion boiling within her. He continued to drink of her. Sophie moved her hips in rhythm with him, and then, wanting to taste herself, she pulled him upward into a kiss.

Spicy, tart…mmm. Her pussy juice mingled with the robust flavor of Zach. Perfect. Sophie trailed her hands down Zach’s sides and gripped his taut buttocks. He jolted and groaned. A smile cured her lips.

Again, the power.